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*Tacked onto the Militia board is a note written in the Hin language, if Brena was unable to post it herself, she had a Militia grunt do it for her*

Members of the Militia
The Cyrists have become bold enough to attack us on our own land...and I had recently fallen victom to such an attack. It started with a patrol of the lands surrounding Bendir Dale where I stumbled onto a Elven blockade made by an elf named Qirlan Shraramir. When asked to remove the blockade, he stated it was to weed out Lolthites and that land over the bridge did not belong to Bendir Dale. To avoid any unneccesary bloodshed and because I did not have a member of the militia to provide backup or insight, we made a mutual agreement that the camp stayed as long as I kept watch over the operation. Soon after, a cloaked figure came up to us and...stated he was a Cyrist. He also stated he had killed Mira in the past and my orders from Captain Lyle were to kill on sight. The man was confronted and killed as ordered, but soon after Qirlan and myself were ambushed by two others. One of these attackers were Amon who was accompanied by a demon. The other was a dancer. The elf and I fought hard but eventually, everything went black for me.

I woke up in their headquarters, the former temple of Loviatar. Their leader was apparently the second dancers whose identity is unknown...Zack, who Lyle killed and sent to Cordor, was not in good favor. I was about to be questioned or tortured about the reason of the Dale's actions, but the Cyrist I killed was eager for revenge and plunged a blade into my heart. Next thing I remember is waking in the Salandran temple and being told I was dropped off in Cordor. The point is that these attackers are getting bolder. This is far from the end of our struggle, I am sure.

Brena Shadowsoul - Magi of Bendir Dale

Just this last couple of days a new face has been seen, or rather half-seen around the Dale. Lily Underbough seems a convivial enough hin, and despite her facemask, is both amusingly light hearted and sociable.

However.

Since the last couple of days, small things have started going missing from about the Dale - sometimes not being noticed at all, sometimes having their absence noted within a couple of hours. So far nothing of particular value, either sentimental or practical, never mind financial has been taken.

Still...

Qirlan the Prideful blocks our road.
'None shall pass, not even a toad!'
And so he blocks and strangles our path
For trade and economics, you do the math.

Qirlan the Prideful will not take one step back
'No ground shall be given for you hin lack,
The means to do the job I demand'
Who said to follow his command?

Qirlan the Prideful promises war
'IF you don't do as I say, though I abhor,
I'll tell my mages to level your town'
Will Bendir take this lying down?

-Lily Underbough.

Madock hearing about this will have asked someone to put tangle traps on the town's treasury as well as on the door to his house in an attempt to catch this thief.

A note would be also be put somewhere visible stating:

I do not know who the cause of these missing items is but take not that stealing from Hin is a grave offense and the culprit will be punished to the fullest extent of the law. If you need to find offerings to give to Brandobaris, fine, but do it in the human city of Cordor and not in our town.

~The Treasurer of Bendir Dale

A piercing shriek errupts over the peaceful lands of the Dale. To those that look up the gigantic sight of a golden eagle is seen to descend quickly into the square with a message captached to its leg.

To anyone brave enough to look at the capsule they would find a rolled up parchment sealed with wax and addressed to one Lyle Torrowfire.

Things still go absent from time to time, but whoever is up to this ignores such vast prizes as thoe belongings of those homes an invitation has not been forthcoming for, or indeed the town treasury. The latest fetish is for stealing people's hats, and leaving them in odd places in and around the Dale.

Meanwhile...

Lily, in the course of her conversations on the other hand, has been familiarising herself with those who are in various roles relating to the governance of the Dale.

Lastly...

A note is pushed under Madock's door on a dark evening, when the moon is thin and clouds cross the sky.

'Brandobaris' hand falls where it will!'

Lyle takes it, and departs.

After a few days of allowing the bird to rest, it is sent out again with a return message.

After a few days, Lyle's door is armed with a weak sonic trap.

Suzy, having received her own letter from the eagle, had replaced it with a reply and left the bird alone to recover from its journey.

A couple of days after receiving the letter, Suzy and Dito are seen conversing quietly in the Dale. Upon the eagle's departure, the pair exit the Dale.

If her whereabouts are questioned to anyone in Endir's Point, they would be notified that Suzy and a hin matching the description of Dito Burris had left in a small ship from the port there on the same day the eagle left the island. Neither hin left any sort of note or indication of their intentions or when they would be returning.

*she'd look around her room in the inn and being a rogue, would take note of what seemed moved and what didn't. The scowl was deeply entrenched as she listened to talk of a thief among the Hin of the Dale. Fendel might have noted the scowl being accompanied by troubled frowns and moments of worry etched upon the face of the woman sipping a nearly molten mug of cocoa.

Any seeing her come and go through the dale may have also seen the same expressions with those passing close by hearing her often talking to herself in a near whisper*

....just got back to rights....some feckin' light fingered twit tis goin' to get folks lookin' in the wrong direction...

*Tugging her cloak and cowl about her further, the tiefling known as Ang slipped in and out of the town she called home intent on keeping a watchful eye open*

An few advisory notices are placed on either side of the various Dale gates. That is, the main one leading to the town square, as well as the two bridge gates.

Residents of Bendir Dale,

Please report any Winyan checkpoints on Dale land, including any violent activity by said suspects, to militia members.

Remember: Bendir Dale stretches from the top of the hill south, to the Forest's southern border (a little passed the ruins of the old town hall) and from the mylock hills to the base of the Skull Crags.

-Captain Lyle B. Torrowfire

The post is amended.

I've been assured that we should not see any more check points. Therefore, all new check points should be treated as rogue elves rather than Winyans.

-Captain Lyle B. Torrowfire

Lyle,

Some Winyans set up a checkpoint near on the road leading to the forest, on dale lands. There was a pitched battle between about four to five Winyans, and four travelers.

A huge amount of magic was used, and the area looks like its been hellballed a few times.

I only heard it second hand, and all reports repeat the same things. The Winyans were slaughtered.

If I can find more information, I'll pass it on, but you might want to investigate yourself.

Sinder

*A short report is submitted to Lyle*

A scuffle between a party of Winyans and followers of Kiaransalee took place at the road towards the forest, this morning. An assortment of other spectators; folk from the eternal order and the forest, were also present.

The engagement had already ended by the time Mayor Nof and myself arrived at the scene. The drow accused the elves of attacking them, unprovoked, after which they fled with vials of blood from the slain Winyan Elder, Meldrium Verafend. The actual cause of the incident was never truly verified.

The elder was later killed again and true resurrected, in an effort to destroy the stolen blood samples.

~Prescia Gemfinder

Lyle moves it to the militia boards as soon as it reaches his hands.

Please note:

Ask all people to remove their helmets or hoods upon entering Bendir Dale. Even non-militia are encouraged to do this.

Further more, if someone ask you for help to another location, someone you don't know, refuse them. Cyricists have been preying for victims in this manner. One identified to be doing this wears dark clothing, hooded, who used rapiers, one of which was enchanted with sonic. He had been using an unenchanted battleaxe beforehand. This was most likely Vaylek. Luckily, he was slain. Remember: The body must be totally incinerated.

I know Hin is for hospitality but, for now, err on the side of caution and throw that out the window. Unless you know the person, do not help them.

-Captain Lyle B. Torrowfire
Bendir Dale Militia

Oh her way to Morgan & Son's Johanna Hardingdale, trickster extraordinaire, reads the notice.

Yet again, the unfortunate nearest clerk at the time gets bombarded by the harlequin's verbal annoyance. Things along the lines of:

"A fortress, ain't it. It's not a town, it's a bloody fort!", and
"This is just another reason for passers by to hate us more." and
"I''m gonna be prejudged again as a moody *%$& even more-so 'cause of all this" and
"See, this is what happens when ye trap the souls of natural wanderers inside walls." and much much more.

The poor clerk.

*As Dak is checking his messages with the clerk, he notices the new posting on the board*

Ah, incinerate... That I can do.

*He thanks the clerk and heads out to make some changes in his arcane book.*

A common face seems to be completely missing from the Dale for the last few days. The local resident Druid known as Willow has vanished without a trace. Though she was known to come and go, she would at least usually visit. This was not the case this time. Who knows what's happened to the Hin.

Greetings Treasurer,

I am Asham Dragoran, we last met in Bendir Dale when I was setting up shop and the half-orc cyricist was escorted out of town. Earlier today I opened shop again but since you were unavaliable due to other duties, as I was informed, I am writing this letter to inform you that I did make some sales tonight and that I will stop by Bendir Dale every other day until I can give you the 50,000 coin for running a shop.

-Asham

When Lyle gets a word or two of Johanna's protests, the hin just rolls his eyes and mutters under his breath, voice laced with both affection and exasperation: "Love you too, Johanna."

// The following would be felt by anyone that would have considered themselves as a friend of Belladonna, regardless of race. Its lifted straight from my manuscript and still work in progress so forgive the grammar.
Any of those of you who might be in doubt a few of those I can think of off the top of my head include: Lyle, Sally, Swift, Suzy, Prescia, Mezzu, Peter (Meadowlark), Elandria, Amenia, most of the other halflings and probably a few drow whose names I cant remember right now (apologies to you all). The list above is not indicative of favouritism its just of the top of my head by the way. Also just cause your name isn’t up there does not mean you aren’t counted a friend but I cant remember everyone after the summer away (many apologies)

Whether it is the dead of the night or living heart of the day the individuals who Bella considers her friends are visited by a silent touch along the lifeline of their soul. The harmonics reverberating out from the centre to fill the area around them with a quiet sense of contentment. Although they can feel that there is something momentous happening it s both a very sad moment and also a wondrous one as well.
For a few moments each individual is able to make out the image of a halfling with a beatific smile on her face. The gentles of caress as her soul reaches out to them and enveloping it with the warmth and sense of wonder she feels right now. They can feel the immeasurable power behind the halfling that each of them knew so well and although they cannot see the source of it they can feel the connection both between themselves and Bella but also with the link to her other friends. Appearing as shadows for the briefest of times inside their own minds.
Then they find themselves standing amongst a forest filled with sparkling sunshine. Above them the tree canopy plays the innumerable rays of sunlight like stairways to heaven across the forest floor with the playful exuberance of the wind shifting the treetops. All around them flowers are in bloom a riot of smells swirling about them.
As one they all come to understand that this is a representation of Bella’s mind. They can see her in front of them. She doesn’t seem to realise that they are there at all as she seems to be fixated on something in front of her.
Dressed in robes of flowing white that catch the sunshine off of glittering gold leaves that have been woven into the dress itself. Leaves and pollen fallen about her head giving her the impression that she wears a coronet of nature about her. Off to the side the wavering form of Sasha, the powerfully built but lithe panther standing calmly next to her life long friend. To the other side of Bella another woman taller than her. The eye drawn to the pointed ears of an elf but still retaining the lobes of a human betraying her origins.
As the image shifts slightly with Bella moving forwards the watcher is able to see the sight of one of the largest red dragons to have ever walked amongst the waking world. The soul that had been trapped inside of Bella’s mind and haunted her actions for so long. The creature bulking out the forest behind it seeming to be all jagged edges and harsh lines as it thrashes against the multitude of creepers that strive to hold it down.
They are aware of the struggle. Bella’s mind against one that is older and more cunning than any ever before seen. But others are working with Bella to hold it at bay. Sasha and the half elf are working with her and something else far greater in the background behind them.
As they turn to look the Tree of Life resolves into the picture. In Bella’s mind it towers away far into the sky. The great trunk of the tree wider than any other before it or indeed any that will ever come to be. They can see the pulsing energy flow up the trunk of the tree from the roots and exit through the canopy far above that sends filament streamers of green light connecting them all in this place. Where the lines part they shed tiny motes of green dust that look like pollen, the seeds of all life, that drift to the ground like the lightest of feathers to form a carpet around Bella’s feet as her bare skin touches with the earth below her.
Again they are aware of the others around them now as Bella turns and seems to be surprised to see anyone else there. They can feel the change as Bella raises up her hands and a single note and inrush of air engulfs them all as Bella draws on the tree itself to vanquish a darkness that no belonged in this world.
As the energy builds Bella seems to look directly at the watcher, though in reality she takes the time to look at each in turn, but for he viewer it is only themselves Bella looks at. Her slight form showing the strain she is under that no mortal should ever have to contain and would most likely consume Bella with its ultimate conclusion. Still she manages a sincere beaming smile as she opens her mouth to speak but the words pass directly into their minds.
“Thank you my friends.”
Again they feel the gentlest of touches from Bella and they feel themselves being pushed away from the scene. Back to safety and away from the confines of Bella’s mind. The last thing they see is a brilliant flash of green light engulfing the entire scene. A sense of triumph and release from Bella and then of darkness tinged with sadness as Bella says goodbye, and they all wake…

// For anyone who feels that they would like to be included in the below and would have been resident in bedir or at least visiting at the time of this posting. The events occuring here occur about two weeks after the 'dream sequence' I have posted elsewhere today on the Bendir Forum. I would have left this to post again at some time later in the future but am likely to be away from the computer for more than a few weeks now. My apologies for not being able to do this in game but it works far better as a story. At least I hope so…

And in the lands of the Dale beneath sunny skies a figure asks for entrance into Bendir town. The militia seeing one of their own do not hesitate in opening the doors wide for him.
He had travelled for weeks to eventually find himself on these shores but he felt all the better now for being here. Countless nights he had spent working over songs and ballads he had composed for Bella in her honour. But these people deserved more than simple words from a man such as him.
But one night long past he had experienced the vision of Bella as she had faced down a creature of awesome power in his dreams. He had taken this as a sign and had inspired his soul with the words he so badly needed to tell the tale that would do Bella some meagre amount of justice.
Even with his meagre talents he would do his best. These people deserved to know the truth. Shifting the musical case under his arms he crosses the square and the bridge over the main river to find himself in front of the inn. It seems fortunate that no one had recognised him from the time before when he was here.
The innkeeper looks at him funny, as if for a moment he thought he recognised him, but he saw many people every day and with little hesitation offered the man a room at a rate that was not to outrageous. The other halfling looked like a wandering bard, all moth eaten and holed clothes complete with battered music case.
“Perhaps you will favour us with your talents this night?” The innkeeper asks.
A pair of side eyes from beneath hooded brows regard him then as the bard shakes his head sadly.
“I will sir, then I will leave on the morrow.”
Then despite the odd looks he receives he disappears up to his room, washes up and changes into his finest robes of red and gold. They ad been a gift as well from a long time ago it seemed now. He had been cautioned only to wear them on special occasions and this seemed to be one of them.
And that night as the local halflings gathered in the hin inn, lured by the promises of a new bard in town, Thorn rested himself up against the fireplace and looking closely at his flute.
It had cost him so much, his most dear possession in this life, or he thought it had been. The light from the roaring fire sends shadows dancing across its surface. With faint sigh he raises the mouth piece to his lips and plays out a short melody for all to hear and then he begins to speak his voice picking up the rhythm a pleasant if rural treble to his voice.

"Harken to me, brave hin folk of the Dale,
I ask that you spare your ears to listen to my tale.,
To sing to you now without grandeur or fine,
Of the halfling Belladonna, a beauty of our time.

Was months gone by I met her, that face was so fair,
But her heart would ne’er be mine for me she did not care.
So pure of mind, full of caring, a soul full of might,
Breaks my heart to sing of her passing, lost in the night.

These fair isles she did leave, with a heart full of hate,
For those who would argue, slander debate.
To travel the mainland to finds friends long lost since,
She travelled over plains and high mountain no thought to the cost.

Was in vain she did look, she turned south in the end,
To head to her home as a child, leaving behind her lost friends.
Through the city of openings she past, and found myself there,
In her beauty was I trapped and followed to my despair.

Over long miles and days we wandered and walked,
Bella, Sasha and I we took time, food and talked.
She told of great evil abound from the north it did come,
To sweep all before it, the people became troubled some.

In one village we stopped, to warn the fair folks,
That goblins were coming and would chain them in yokes.
But the people were as deaf, to Bella’s heartfelt pleas,
More concerned for the harvest the beets and the peas.

Heading south then in anger, through the mist hot and red,
Bella could not go far, those fair people still in her head.
So return north we did, to find a village in flames,
Greenskins breaking doors, causing murders and maims.

Put the raiders to flight, fair Bella and Sasha they did,
As for myself staying small out of sight, concealed and hid.
The tallers were saved from the greenskins for now,
But the village lost more than its crops and a few simple cows.

Their children were taken, and overhead in the night,
Full moon was approaching, enhancing their plight.
A few brave souls Bella took with herself,
To rescues their children the true source of their wealth.

In the home of her childhood she found them all there,
But guarded by goblins who were most lax in their care.
Fair Bella was sickened and held ready to strike,
When a roar shook the ground and tore through the night.

A beast born of fire and pure hatred it seemed,
Loomed over all, reflected in Bella’s worst dream.
From clubbed tail to its sharp horned red head,
The dragon breathed fire leaving many for dead.

But whilst goblins were routed, devoured and torn apart,
Only one I that land, stood the smallest with great heart.
Drove the dragon from the woods did Bella in much strife,
But woe in the last of the battle stray fire did take her life.

No sing of the dragon, or our heroes were found,
Even after the searching the trees, skies and ground.
But the children were saved and the people rejoiced,
To the brave Belladonna, this song I give voice.

Know you folk of the Dale though she left you long ago,
Her thoughts never left you, never so far as a stones throw.
To the cold mists of time I sing this tale through,
Of brave Belladonna a halfling both noble and true."

With the last note dying away he finds tears had gathered in his eyes. He had paused for the audience here and there and gauged their reaction. Most looked withdrawn and quiet, not that he had expected much difference.
He bows low to them all, knowing that perhaps he will never manage to sing as strong or as eloquently ever again. The words and the tone were not perfect but at least they were sincere. They were the best he could do with the amount of information he had been able to piece together in the aftermath of that night.
He knew that winter was on those people now in the village near Bella’s home but they were strong people and would survive, the same as those gathered here in front of him would.
With no applause or encore being called for, not that he would of expected it, he slips away from the make shift stage an disappears from his room the next morning.
Several locals come looking for him in the night, tapping quietly on the door to his room, he had expected this. Those who come he allows in and answers their questions as best he can. But come the morning then the halfling bard is nowhere to be found within he walls of the village. The guards having mentioned him leaving some hours before and never mentioning where he was heading to.

*A simple letter is posted on the town notice board*

As we have a lot of unused land, and a significant population, perhaps it would be a good time to reconsider expanding our residential areas. What say my fellow hin?

~Prescia Gemfinder

// http://www.amiaworld.net/phpBB2/viewtop ... 656#675656

*A reply is posted under the note*
Lyle has mentioned this to Nof before, I believe. Regardless, I think it should be done as well. I'm sure that the coffers are enough to cover the expansion, because of the business that we gain from adventurers, but I would be willing to make a contribution as well.

Brena Shadowsoul

I would like us to grow as much as the next person, but it is currently an impossibility. Please, be patient and trust me.

-Captain Lyle Torrowfire,
Bendir Dale Militia

Somewhere, in a place far away from the walls of Bendir Dale, Suzy turns restlessly in her sleep. As the vision plays out in her mind like a dream, she moves uncomfortably in her thin sleeping pallet. As the vision ends she sits bolt upright, drenched with sweat and melted snow. Her eyes slowly adjust to the dark of the small woven shelter she's constructed, Bella's goodbye echoing in her mind. Her staggered breathing gradually slows, and she presses her forehead into her palms.

As the night goes on, a light snow falling over the deceptively quiet scene, the silence is broken by the shaky sighs and sharp breaths of silent sobs from within the small shelter.

*The following letter is sent out to the mayor of Bendir Dale, the captain of the Bendir Militia and other influential residents of the Dale.*

"It has come to my attention, that Bendir Dale has begun to safe-keep and protect heretics of the Church of Bane.

The information was given to me, Dread Inquisitor Darthion Illys, as a certain 'Vier'ynrae', guilty of crimes against the Holy prophecy and His divine teachings, fled into the Dale, and one of the gate guards proclaimed that the Dale would protect her.

For this rather careless and naive course of actions made by the Bendir Dale guard, all residents must now be considered as heretics to the Banite faith and therefore a potential threat to the Church and its Holy members.

Bendir Dale protecting heretics and infidels is a severe diplomatic fault on behalf of Bendir Dale, and severe repercussions must come from this."

signed - Darthion Illys

*Should it turn out that none of the letters came to their receivers, this very same message would then be scattered out over the entire Dale, to make the meaning of the message very clear.*

"Heretics? In my front yard?"
A green-haired witch prepares a stake and wood for a bonfire.

Although Dram can't read, she overhears folks within the Dale talk of the Banite threat, after a time, she gets the gist of what the message is and starts sharpening her weapons. Although too inexperienced compared to many of the older lightfoots and stronghearts, she doesn't seem to shy away from the preparations any less than the others.

If others could hear her thoughts, as is the way of the telepathic ghostwise, it would go something along the lines of:

"Lets gank these (censored) down to our size, tha' big gobshi-tes!"

Lyle reads the letter for a moment, then mutters to himself.

'I knew we should've burned that fat ass when we had him dead.'

With that done, he calmly begins to look through reports and question militia members about the person.

Once Lyle manages to straighten the story out, he lightly hits his forehead.

'Damn humans.'

Red-haired female gardener, Tomia Grimslock has once again strapped her katana to her back.

With a sharp cry of the name 'Bella' a red-haired hin gardener jumps to sit up on her bed in Dale, along with a loud sound of 'thock'. She stares ahead, wide eyed, then on the floor... Her sword had fallen from her sleeping grasp, blade given to her by Bella. Tomia could feel how her hand was shaking, then one that didn't belong to her but replaced the old one taken by a necromancer...

Her eyes swelling with tears she couldn't explain, Tomia grasped her sword and dashed out of her room, out of Dale and heading North. On-duty guards would describe it as "Running for her life".

Peter Meadowlark is no longer seen around Bendir Dale in his usual spot by the well. If asked, Jayek or the Militia members will tell of a great deal of Banite, Cyrist and Eternal Order activity that occurred in the Dale on an afternoon not long ago. Peter Meadowlark, after being pulled aside to have a heated but hushed discussion with the Banite Katsumi outside the Dale gates, is said to have retreated into the Hin Inn. Shortly after, a large group of Banites and Eternal Order members led by Katsumi arrived at the inn. After they entered, Peter entered the square by portal and pleaded with Mayor Nof about a mistake involving a "soul gem". He was then cornered by the group as they exited the inn when they were summoned over by Nof. At his order, Peter handed the Knight a black gemstone which was promptly destroyed.

After they left, Peter stood outside to watch for more signs of trouble. Guards will report that he was pacing and seemed greatly distraught. After a time, he left for the inn and returned after hastily cleaning out his few belongings from his room. He departed to the south without saying a word, a rare occurrence to those who know him, and is said to be residing in the wooded areas of the frontier just South of Bendir. In his room, a half-finished letter is found.

"Residents of Bendir Dale, Mayor Nof, Captains Torrowfire and Thornhill,

I have made a terrible mistake. I have imprisoned the soul of the murdering Cyrist, Vaylek, through means of a spell I no longer wish to know. I admit my mistake here, though it was intended to protect you all as this is the same man who attempted to kill both Miss Issalia and myself, and later succeeded in killing me. A red-haired woman whom I can only assume is a leader among the Banites has demanded the stone. She has captured Vaylek's body somehow and wishes to raise him so that she can torture him. She threatened the Dale, particularly Brena Shadowsoul who was mentioned by name, should I fail to turn over the stone. I had every intention of giving it to her until she mentioned her ties to the Eternal Order. She acted as if Sharina herself was a puppet on her strings. I couldn't trust her. I made a mistake and withheld the stone. I mean to get it far away from here. I apologize for my actions, I meant only to protect Bendir from murderers... I should have forseen-"

The letter ends here as the ink jumps across the page, as if the hand holding the quill had been startled.

Dram can be seen around Bendir Dale, in the mornings, pruning the apple trees, weeding the veggie plots, making juice and occasionally processing barley into four at the mill. After working the fields, she then heads back into Amia forest, disappearing out of sight again in the trees. Most of the time, she stays silent, as is the norm amongst Ghostwise hin.

Miss Prescia,

My name is Luna, and I've been told to contact you about pocket golems. If there is anyway we can arrange a meeting, i'd greatly appreciate it. Any messenger by speedy can either reach me in Kohlingen or the Monetary in the Crag mountains.

Thank you for your time,

Le-Luna Sky

Miss Luna,
I would be most pleased to meet with a fellow golem enthusiast.
We can meet any time at any accessible place.
Though I would recommend the grnome island near forstakkr, where mine was made.

~Prescia Gemfinder

Thank you for your reply and im happy to hear that you can help me. Im available most anytime, just send a letter via speedies when you have a free moment.

Leaflets are seen floating around and stuck up on boards and signs and doors containing the following:

"It's time for change. It's time that our community grows with a smile, and not a fist (unless it's a fist of fun).

Too long has Mayor Barshedge grown fat on the power of municipality as well as military (let alone pies).

Leave the military to the military, and the civil goodness to real Hin with the knowhow of how to make a change.

I Johanna Hardingdale, Harlequin of Brandobaris, have proven on many an occasion that I can bring that change for the good of hinkind.

If the so-called General Mayor won't step down, I call for support for all hin that want the change we've deserved for too long.

Remember the good times of old days. Remember the good times the Harlequins have brought to Bendir Dale. And remember where true leadership is held when it comes to getting things done!

Support Johanna Hardingdale for mayor."

Thumbs up for mercantile growth and town development. You have my support in these matters, regardless of title.
~Prescia~

I appreciate your wish to pursue a public office. I think it's great how many hin want to help the Dale in their own ways. I look forward to hearing your views and thoughts, and hopefully the aftermath will help bring a better day for Bendir Dale, regardless of the results.

I hope we can agree to contest without mudslinging and bashing of their opponents, instead turning focus onto the merits of the candidate in question so the Dale can make the best choice. More seeds of dissent would be a bad thing, and it'd be in everyone's best interest that there are no hurt-feelings throughout.

If you'd like to meet with me privately, miss Hardingdale, I'd be happy to.

Sincerely,
Mayor Nof Barshedge
(dictated to Cindle)

Oh boy, oh boy. This is the best idea I have heard all this eve! She has my left hand vote and my right hand vote. Maybe we won't have to go to the Skullcrags for excitement and adventure for it will be in our very own hin-holes. Adventure will be on our door steps and our lives would be so much more colourfull while in the Dale I think. I am ever so tired of Hin in plate steel barking and bickering from townsquare to townhall.. why I think their metal has gone to their head sometimes, which results in a very "blunt" decision. I don't want my soup served in a metal bucket of a helmet, I want it served with spices and variety! I fully support Johanna!

-Brandy Bramblefoot, Harlequin of Brandobaris, Master Burgular(of dragons plunder), Rogue Extradonaire, Epic Adventurer and life long friend of the rightful mayor-line to be.

// I be seekin that page for that book that be changin my weapon blessin to be mighty, not just for them deaders, but for other things too. 'Specially them shoueeks. I not be havin much coin to give, but I be mighty thankful anywho.

-Polo.

(seeking bless weapon page)

Swift seeks out Polo and offers him a page.

Two Banites were standing by the borders to the Amian forest today, talking about retribution to a "Heretic" of bane. The name was later given as Brena Shadowsoul.

I were rather adamant about not letting them harm any resident of Bendir for the sake of their god. This upset the female banite quite alot. And eventually a fight broke out.

Neither one of them were harmed after they had been brought down, and I felt I should report this incident to the people of Bendir.

I believe this Brena Shadowsoul is in danger from Banite reprisal. Or from the female Banite that was present. She seemed to have some personal desire to see her pay. I believe the female Banite is a cleric. She wields a morningstar and towershield, and uses magics to back herself up.

May Bendir be always free of tyranny.

*the note is removed*

*the notice is removed*

*for reasons of his own Tommi sends in a letter of resignation effectively ending his association with the Militia*

* A bundle of papers is sent to the Town Hall. On top of his Bendir Dale Citizenship papers is Lyams' formal resignation from the Bendir Dale Militia.*

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